Anxiety
It grips it hurts
It’s hard to work
The pain can be unbearable
The thoughts not controllable
The body aches, the heart beats fast
The agony tends to forever last
The pressure builds you can’t control
The chest beats hard it’s strong and bold
The thoughts keep coming, they do not slow
Day and night it always shows
You hope for peace
You pray for release
As of today it does not cease.
Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2009
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